“He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The place smelled male, not the metal-and-soap maleness of a locker room nor the malt-and-sawdust maleness of an old-time corner saloon, but… — Ellery Queen Copy Share Image
“I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“The broken centerline of the road in her headlights just an endless pulsing ribbon.” — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
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